"I..."
Odin's face turned ashen with frustration.
The mysterious woman had no intention of making small talk with him. Her beautiful eyes lowered slightly, and her voice was like a demonic sound echoing from a chasm of ice: "Leave."
Leave.
Two simple words, spoken plainly, without any tone, devoid of killing intent or pressure, yet seemingly hiding an irresistible, strange energy that instantly made Odin's breathing heavy.
Sometimes, this world is just so fascinating.
When someone stronger speaks, their words can feel overwhelmingly pressuring, but if a weak person shouts themselves hoarse, you only see them as a petty clown.
No suspense whatsoever.
At this moment, this mysterious woman, whose origin was unknown, appeared to Odin as an immovable mountain, and whatever she said filled him with dread.
Never in Odin's life had someone told him these two words.
But now.
